My House of Horrors Chapter 219: All are the same as real

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"Teacher Han, are you sure there is no horror on the right?"

Little Du leaned on the door handle, he now misses Tian Teng Hospital a little, and misses the iron cabinet that gives him a sense of security.

"What do you panic? The surnamed Chen himself also said, Third Sick Hall has not been arranged, what is so scary about a broken scenario?" Han Qiuming sobered from the initial shock, he grabbed the person in charge Guo Miao 'S arm: "Lao Guo, the two of us take the lead."

"What does it have to do with me?" Guo Miao shook his hand: "Don't you say you are walking alone in front of you?"

"I'm afraid you dare not come in. I ran halfway through the visit." Han Qiuming's face was black as the bottom of the pot, but no one saw it because the light in the haunted house was very dark. Keep up, do n’t leave behind. "

Han Qiuming pushed the worn iron gate completely open, the rust fell off, and several people entered the Third Sick Hall.

There is a strange smell in the air. There are pills and yellowing case sheets scattered on the ground. Han Qiuming walked alone in front, and the more he looked, the more he was shocked.

All kinds of crazy words and crazy words are written on the wall. The cruel handwriting is combined, which makes the scalp numb, which is not like what a normal person can think of.

What makes him even more uncomfortable is that he has walked a few meters away, and instead of reducing the number of blood words on the wall, he has become more.

Densely packed, there is not even one repetition!

"How did the surname Chen think of these sentences? Won't he really be a lunatic?"

Crouching down, Han Qiuming lifted the corner of the bedding. Inside was a dummy made of pillows and sheets.

But it was such a rough dummies that played like a joke, but made him unable to look away.

"Is it still possible to do the dummy props in the haunted house? I have been familiar for a few years now." Han Qiuming looked at the strange face on the pillow, and it was obviously sketched, but it gave people an inability Describe the strange feeling.

"Look here!" Su Luoluo stood at the door of the first ward. Everyone looked in the direction of her finger, and the door shaft was full of blood from the nails.

She reached out and gestured: "It looks like the real thing, not like it was dug out with tools."

“It ’s not a tool digging, can it be a designer ’s hand digging it out?” Han Qiuming covered the bedding and covered the dummy on the ground: “You do n’t want to touch anything inside, and trigger the organ , Especially these bedding on the ground, maybe the actor is hiding under the quilt. "

He was going to continue to move forward, but the other few did not leave, and the woman with short hair entered the first ward alone.

The windows were sealed, and the thick concrete walls outside the cracks in the planks showed a kind of depression and despair, like a prison cell.

Carefully, your fingers crossed the bed board, and many scratches were found on both sides of the bed: "Come on, we will lift the bed board."

"The customs clearance time is only twenty minutes, can you hurry up and do something? Don't care about the minutiae." Han Qiuming stood alone.

Xiao Du and Song An entered the ward and helped Ye carefully lift the bed board. The scenario under the board was somewhat unexpected.

There are black and red fingerprints on the edge of the bed board, and cracked nails remain in the gaps. It can be seen how painful the person who digs out this blood stain has experienced.

"fake blood will appear light red after solidification, this black-red blood mark ..." Song An shrunk his neck and said carefully to the night around him: "A bit like human blood."

"Are you sure it's human blood, not artificial blood?" Ye carefully tilted her head and looked at the board, bent down, and leaned her nose to the edge of the bed: "There is no smell."

Song An was surprised by the bold action of the short-haired girl. He laughed aloud: "It may be pig blood or cow blood. The haunted house sometimes uses animal blood instead of fake blood in pursuit of truth."

"It is normal to see blood-stained props in a haunted house, especially a fixed haunted house like boss Chen. Many props were bought directly from abandoned hospitals or mental hospitals at low prices." Guo Miao should do it After such a thing: "But we can't carelessly, there is blood on the bed, at least it means that the mental hospital has had very bad things before."

Ye nodded cautiously and continued to ask: "How to explain the **** scratches on the door shaft? It is impossible to remove the door shaft from the mental hospital?"

Guo Miao was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to answer.

"Did you say anything?" Ye carefully took out her book: "I have visited many haunted houses, and most of those haunted houses make articles near the startle point, only this haunted house handles every detail. It ’s very real, the boss of the haunted house is like suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder. "

"I also found a terrible thing." Su Luoluo looked up at the ceiling, and the **** texts seemed to come alive, turning around her: "The handwriting of every sentence here is Not the same, it should not be written by the same person. "

"The handwriting is different?" Guo Miao looked closely and his face became very poor: "Really, how did Boss Chen do it?"

"Do n’t he say that this haunted house has been in business for several years? Give me five years to build, and I can do more perfect than he did." Han Qiuming walked a few steps alone, and he turned back when he felt guilty. He leaned against the door shaft and said casually.

"Will you sink in your heart and build a haunted house scenario in five years?" Guo Miao was a little angry. He had already arranged everything before, but he was messed up by Han Qiuming: "Boss Chen certainly did not lie. This place is the most terrifying scenario in his haunted house. Let's hurry up and find the recorder. Don't stay here for too long. "

Since entering Third Sick Hall, he has had a very uncomfortable feeling. After seeing the layout inside scenario, this feeling is even stronger.

The red scratches on the door shaft, the fingerprints on the edge of the bed board, and the blood words on the wall surface made him uneasy.

The memory deep in my heart was awakened. Guo Miao felt as if he had entered the hospital where Xu Zhenzhen committed suicide.

"Lao Guo, I really do n’t know what you are afraid of? The details of his haunted house are indeed excellent, and he does the same as the real one, but it only shows that he imitated it better." Han Qiuming glanced over the night secretly Be careful and push the glasses: "When I was in a very large fixed haunted house experience abroad, the staff there told me that all of their props were real guys used by death row prisoners. Compared to others, this haunted house can only say Okay. "

"You just die to face and suffer."

"I am telling the truth." Han Qiuming beckoned everyone: "There are still 16 minutes, let's hurry up."

Several people entered the corridor one after another. Only Xiao Du stopped at the entrance of Third Sick Hall. He looked at the text on the scalp ceiling and his heart was beating very fast.

Looking for a long time, the seemingly messy and irregular handwriting seems to be mixed together, and the strokes are connected to each other, forming a "dead" character of varying sizes.

"This place is so evil, I'll just stay at the door."

When he walked out of Third Sick Hall and looked towards the left passage, he suddenly looked up and found that the puppets that were originally at the end of the left corridor appeared at a close distance to them.

"What's the situation?"

Du Chao took a step back, he did not dare to stay here alone, and quickly caught up with other tourists.

After he left, a puppet with a school card hanging on his neck quietly straightened his head.